A rank 9 cultivator currently stood before them, looking around and speaking such words nonchalantly. This was the strongest level of power Emery and the others had ever seen since their return on Earth.
In an instant, everyone's attention was fixed on the figure who suddenly barged into the scene. The man looked like he was in his 40's, had a large and muscular build that was very apparent to the eye, as well as long blond hair that was neatly braided. He was wearing thick clothes made of animal fur. However, even though it looked barbaric at glance, there was a sense of grandeur in what he was wearing.
Casually making his way to the arena platform, the man once again addressed all of them with the same question in a casual way. But with the indifferent air that shrouded him, it created an eerie spectacle. "Aaa, did I really miss the fight?"
The Abbot looked at this mysterious man, his expression exasperated. "I'm afraid, you really did."
